Dear God, I’ve lost it! I want to fuck an angel. Surely that would land me in hell, with no hope of parole. It’s a dream, only a dream. And if it’s your dying dream then you had better make it a good one, Nic!
Happy that she had sorted through the confusion of reality and insanity, she cuddled closer to her angel. She’d just bet that an angel could blow her mind and give her first man-induced, strike that, first angelic—not battery operated—orgasm.
Still giddy over what her mind conjured in the nearness of her pending death, she hadn’t noticed their landing. She was surrounded by white puffs of smoke. Not quite smoke though. Clouds, she was on a cloud. It was so unreal, so romantic. The night was warm and the sky looked like a velvet blanket covered in thousands of diamonds. Romance. Bullshit! She really was losing it and she didn’t believe in it. Valentine’s Day had to be invented for men to show that side and even then when you looked really close at all the couples eating out, the men looked ready to slit their wrists or at least check their watches to calculate how long it would take before they could have sex. She was totally up for the fantasy bit though—all those hunky heros and demure females fornicating in obscure places. Yeah, she was totally up for that. Never in her living memory had she fantasized about angels, or clouds, or romance though. But apparently her subconscious craved a bit of the impossible. Or she wouldn’t be here, right? Go with it girl, don’t over-analyze the shit out of this, just feel and do.
So she did.
Heavens above and hell below she did not want to wake up. So now what? Should she just start ripping her clothes off, or his? Wait for him to make a move? Her blood was at boiling point and about to overspill. If she didn’t get some action soon this volcano of lust would erupt and consume them both.
“You can quit the pretense now, Gabriel. We’re alone, and if you think for one moment that I’m under the illusion that you’ve been affected from that siren’s call, then once again you have underestimated me.” His lips, so close to hers, were moving again but not against her own. He needed to lower himself one more inch and they would have contact. Please, God please kiss me. She prayed over and over. Before I die I just want to know one good, spine-tingling, earth-shattering kiss; that’s not too much to ask, is it?
“Bbbbeautifullll.” Heavens above, a word! One, but it was progress. Now for the rest, she concentrated on forming a coherent sentence. “N...Nico. M-my name i-isss N-nico.” It was whispered, gravely, but none the less she was moving in the right direction.
He seemed to be searching for something, his hands holding her face as he appeared to probe her soul. Her body quivered, bones threatening to crumble under his scrutiny. Fear and lust combined to make a powerful arousal, the likes of which had undoubtedly caused spontaneous human combustion. No doubt she was going to combust all over this glorious male and very soon.
“How?” His whispered growl caused her crumbling bones to give way, but before she hit cloud, his arms were holding her tight to his chest. “I don’t understand...” He kissed her nose. “This can’t be.” He kissed both cheeks, his hold on her close to painful, before returning to seek confirmation in her eyes. “You can’t be, but you are. Somehow you’ve separated. Heavens above…I’ve dreamt of this. My angel, returned to me.”
Chapter Three
Noah didn’t know or care how it had happened, only that she was in his arms, and the demonic blood was gone. The only trace of its presence was in her one green eye, but even that held love and light, instead of cold cruelty. He would not have to lock her away from the world again, would not have to leave his love broken and betrayed inside a monster. And this time he would keep her from falling to the dark side. A second chance he never thought to have, and would kill to keep.
Now he just had to break the siren’s call. He should have told all the others how to break it, but surely by the way they were acting toward the females they would figure it out. The only way was to receive an orgasm given by another, only that and the merman finding his mate would work. The women without men would eventually be released, but not before they self-orgasmed so many times that reality would fade or they broke themselves trying to reach it time and again. Unfortunately with Nico he had to drive her close to insanity to break the spell, as her power had latched on to the spell and intensified it.
“Angel, you’re burning up. We have to break this spell, before it consumes you.” He’d had only a handful of women since he’d locked her away and the last one had been over a century ago. After trying to dull his pain and loss inside another’s body without any success, he’d given up trying. Now he just hoped that he’d last more than a nanosecond for her. His cock was damn near fit to burst, and still growing, trying to punch its way through his leathers to get inside all that warm wetness he could smell.
Noah laid her down on the cloud, stripped his shirt, and housed his wings, before covering her body with his. Her skin scorched everywhere it touched his. He wanted to spend days getting to know her again, and—despite his need—would have, if she wasn’t about to go insane with need that the call had induced. He kissed her, pouring every ounce of love he’d held for her in to it before moving down her body to sate her need. Trailing his fingers up her thighs he pulled her skirt to her waist, then tore off her knickers and breathed in the scent of heaven. She groaned, digging her nails into his shoulders and lifted her pussy to his lips. Her whole body shook. Noah cooled his breath, and blew it across her fiery flesh, causing her to whimper. She hadn’t said much to him, but then she wouldn’t, not when the call was this strong. Why had he wasted valuable time being confused by her? Time he could have used to hold a conversation when it would have been possible. They would talk later, fuck now, and return her brain to functioning. Then he would have a lot of explaining to do. But right now he was about to drink ambrosia, and thoughts could wait.
His tongue delved in, drinking her essence and coating his face, her scent intoxicating and pure. Nico screamed as his tongue lengthened and thickened inside her, touching all the inner walls he could reach and brushing every sensitive inch. Over and over, he tongue fucked her, taking her toward the brink of orgasm, but not letting her fall into it. Not yet. To break this amount of magic he had to make her completely mindless, the orgasm had to outdo the spell. The strength the merman had put into this one was astonishing; combined with her power it was a death sentence for her if he didn’t do this right. Her clit looked like a ripe cherry, tantalizing him, and as much as he wanted to suck the juice out and drown in its sweetness, it would have to wait. If he touched her now she would explode, and she hadn’t built up enough power yet. Her spine was arched so high, trying to get him to take that cherry from her, and her screams and whimpers were damn near killing him. His balls were so tight, and his cock big and rigid enough to play baseball with. A few more trips to the edge and she would be good to go. He had dreamed of releasing inside her so many times, which was the only reason he hadn’t cum the moment he tasted her.
“Now, damn you! You’re killing me,” she screamed. “Please. Please. I need you to fuck me. Now!”
It was time. She couldn’t take much more, and neither could he. He lifted his head from her pussy and released her thighs. As he stood up Noah undid his leathers, freeing his eagerly pulsating cock. He wouldn’t last long, but she was so primed she would go off like fireworks the minute he drove into her. He covered her body again with his, and kissed the tears running down her face, then quenched her parched lips with his own as he entered her in one heavenly smooth dive. Unfocused lust dusted orbs he hoped to see again and again as soon as she was out of danger. Both her eyes were blue, without a green fleck to be seen. They were filled with wonder and love—for him, he prayed, but after leaving her with her demon half to rot in hell, it might not be so easy to convince her that he had and would always love her more than life itself. He was trying to go slow, make love to her like they used to do, but she was having none of it. He could feel her nearing orgasm again, her inner wall
s gripping him tight, trying to hold him inside her when he pulled out. Over and over he slammed into her, their eyes locked as their souls danced and twirled together in the ecstasy of being reunited.
***
After the most intense night of multiple orgasms Nico had ever had, or dreamt possible, she remembered him speaking to her in soft loving tones that made her feel cherished. And then he’d make her cum with his tongue before fucking her like he couldn’t get enough. This lasted until she passed out, who knew you could pass out with pleasure. Now she was cuddled into the relaxed mass of muscles that had turned her inside out, and upside down. And she didn’t even know his name. Her dream state was improving, and if this was death then she never wanted to wake up. The black velvet sky that had seemed to cover them and capture her cries of ecstasy was now sparkling blue.
With her head resting on him she was able to run her fingers through the soft hair acting as her pillow, his heart beat soothingly against her cheek as his chest rose and fell evenly. More content than she could ever remember being, she jumped when his voice broke her musing.
“How do you feel, angel?” he asked.
Good, she felt good. No, great. Or would amazing be a better description? For a dead person, she felt more alive than ever before.
“What’s your name?” she asked, instead of answering him. She turned her face so she was looking at him. He was even more handsome than she remembered.
“You don’t remember?”
“Sorry, I don’t, but as this is my dream I’m sure you will forgive me anyway.” She smiled. Wow who knew her imagination was this good. The detail in the tattoo looping round his eye was amazing in its intricacy.
“This is no dream,” he chuckled, lips pulling up to show off a perfect set of white teeth. A shiver raced down her spine to light her core on remembering him nipping her earlobes and other soft areas with those teeth. His command over her body had been so complete that she had no doubt that if he spoke to her the same way he had last night that she would orgasm without him having to touch her.
“Then, I really am dead?” She tried to muster panic, but couldn’t. Not with her body so sated and relaxed while her mind replayed all the fantastic things he had done to her.
“You’re not dead either, baby. You’re real, I’m real, and right now you’re very much awake. As am I, it would appear. And the name’s Noah.” He chuckled, nodding to his groin. Nico followed his nod and gasped.
His erection was enormous, and that thing had been the cause of her pleasure last night. She should have been split in two by it, not screaming for more. Wow… Hang on. If I’m not dead, or dreaming, then…oh my God. It was all real. The wings, the cloud. The Sex!
She focused on their surroundings. Yep, she was still floating on a cloud, in the sky. Like, as in high up. And he...he had wings. She was going to hell. You didn’t fuck an angel and still get into heaven, did you? She turned to stare at him, seeking some kind of absolution. Should she plea temporary insanity? Would that even work with God? She had seduced one of his angels, fucked him again, and again, and again, and again...oh ok, and again, and again. No point lying to herself about it, you couldn’t hide the truth from an omnipresent being.
Noah seemed amused by her distress. “I can see your worry and confusion. Tell me what you remember, and I will help you to understand the impossible.” He pulled her closer and his warmth made her erratic heart slow down. She had been on the verge of hyperventilating, but now felt safe.
“You’re...well...I mean...Err, I’m not sure what I mean.” She rubbed her head to stop it from swirling. “What are you?” she finally asked.
“I’m...” He seemed to stiffen, his hold on her tightened. “I have to leave.”
“Wait, what? You can’t leave me here alone. I’ll fall!”
“I wouldn’t leave you here, but I cannot take you with me either.” He spoke as if he was talking to himself. “I need to take you somewhere safe.”
“Where? And safe from what?”
“Everything!”
“I don’t understand any of this. At least tell me what you are and if I’m in big trouble here?”
“No time.”
And with that she found herself in a beautiful room. Really it was the most luxurious place she had ever been in. Plush white carpets, gold silk upholstered chairs, and the biggest four-poster bed she’d ever seen. Seriously, you could have a football match on it and still have room for spectators. The walls looked like spun silk. No windows but she’d bet if there had been any they would be floor to ceiling with a view to die for.
Hang on...no windows! She spun in a circle. No doors either. What? Have I woken up in the twilight zone, after all?
“Noah!” she yelled, long and loud. And she would keep yelling until he showed his fine winged ass here and filled in the blanks.
Chapter Four
Noah had been summoned, and he had no doubt that Nico was mixed up in whatever he was about to hear. At least she was safe from every other being out there, all except this lot. You couldn’t, and didn’t hide from the high council of angels. Would they let him explain? Would they wait to hear that she was different now, or would they strike first and be done with it? No harm, no foul? One life for many. It’s what he was meant to have done, but he’d hidden her in hell because he couldn’t kill her, and now that she was no threat to humanity, she might well die.
“Noah, so good of you to finally join us.” And by join they didn’t mean in their presence, oh no. Noah stood in a colorless plane, everything bright eye-watering white, while disembodied voices spoke to him.
He kept his mouth shut. No point in angering them further. Yet.
“We have been informed from the fate weavers that there have been some monumental changes to threads in the last twenty-four hours. Changes that do not bode well, and must be rectified. We are charging you with this task. There are rules that are there to be broken, as we know it will happen, and then there are rules that if broken have the ability to destroy everything. Firstly, you must eliminate the threat that you failed to before. The balance was out of sync for a mere fraction, yet now is aligned. Find out what has happened, for we cannot see it. Secondly, it is time to bring in Hope. She is the key to all the gates of hell and in the wrong hands will unleash destruction. Knowingly or not, we cannot let that happen. Now, go. Do not fail in this, Noah.”
Stunned, Noah was left reeling in his grief. He hadn’t heard much past, “Eliminate the threat that you failed to before.”
They wanted him to kill Nico. But they hadn’t done it for him, so that meant he still had time, and he would use it to find a way to save her. A scroll appeared in his hands, the commands in gold and authenticated in angelic blood. It was official then. I’m fucked. No time for wallowing dude, start with the easy stuff.
***
Noah stood, watching the teenage girl reading little Hope a story. Hope was an apt name for the child, for she was filled with hope. It seeped from every pore and surrounded her in golden light. He prayed to God that she would renew his.
He needed her on her own for this conversation, so he used the old-aged phone call to make the teenage girl leave the room.
“That could be your mummy calling, honey. I will be back in just a moment, ok?”
“Ok. Tell Mummy I love her, and not to worry about me. Don’t tell her I was crying, please.”
“Ok, champ, it’s our secret. But if it gets worse, then we will have to tell her. Deal?”
“Deal.”
Noah felt his heart bleed for the brave little angel. Her pain was like a branding on his soul, and he wanted to rid her of it. To take it all away and make her smile. She was the most gorgeous little thing he had ever seen, completely pure. He had no doubt that she would indeed change the world, but for the better. He couldn’t just take her away from her life, but she was vulnerable so he would give her a choice. And then her parents would have to choose too. It was not going to be easy for them, but with help t
hey would be safe and he intended to give all the help he could.
“Hello Hope,” he said, stepping into the light, his white wings ruffling behind him.
“Oh!” Hope’s eyes widened, and a tear escaped, before she smiled shyly. “I like your wings, they are very pretty. Are you an angel? My mummy said that all good girls go to heaven, and that it’s very pretty, and there’s no pain. Are you going to take me?”
“Don’t cry, princess, it’s not my job to take you to heaven. I’m here to make things better for you,” Noah said before lifting Hope from her bed and cradling her to his chest. He absorbed her pain, it wouldn’t last for long, but it would give her the ability to understand what he was about to tell her. Hope reached for his wings and ran her fingers through the feathers.
“I feel better. Did you do that?” she asked.
“Yes... I have taken your pain within myself for a while, but I cannot take it away for good. Only your daddy can do that.”
“But mummy doesn’t know who my daddy is. How can he make me better if he doesn’t know?”
“Your mummy does know who your daddy is, princess. She just didn’t know that she knew until last night.” Noah stopped and closed his eyes and checked on the progress of Hope’s parents before he said anything more. He didn’t want to give the poor thing false hope and he would have to take her if things didn’t turn out like they appeared to him. His visions were normally spot on but you couldn’t account for free will and sometimes that got in the way and changed the outcome he had foreseen. Smiling at what he saw, he continued. “In fact he will be here tomorrow to meet you.”
“Really?” Her eyes were so bright they could have lit a dark room, and fresh tears ran down her face. “I have dreamed about him.”
“I know you have,” he whispered and tweaked her nose. “And I also know you haven’t told your mummy about your dreams.”
“Do you know everything?”
“Everything I need to know, yes.”
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